"Little Brother Hong Yun, hurry up and tell us..."
Hong Yun gathered his thoughts, then began:
"When Hou Tu transformed into the cycle of reincarnation, what she needed was the body of an Ancestral Shaman."
"Without a primordial spirit, she would naturally have died and vanished from the world. At most, with the Great Dao's blessing, the traces Hou Tu left behind in the Primordial Wilderness could have been used to recreate her primordial spirit."
"But by then, Hou Tu would truly have been nothing more than Empress Pingxin."
"Thanks to the Heavenly Dao Prayer Mat in the Zixiao Palace, Hou Tu already had a primordial spirit!"
The Ancestral Shamans suddenly understood. They were practically itching to slap their thighs.
"Right!"
"Who could have guessed... that an Ancestral Shaman could give birth to a primordial spirit?"
When they looked at Hong Yun again, their expressions had changed!
The admiration in their eyes was beyond words.
If Hong Yun hadn't given up his seat to Hou Tu in the Zixiao Palace, how could she have had the chance to give birth to a primordial spirit?
If she hadn't given birth to one,
Pingxin would truly no longer have been Hou Tu!
How could she have become the kind of existence she was now, an embodiment of the Great Dao much like Hou Tu?
"Little Brother Hong Yun, did you know this all along?"
"Or..."
Hong Yun was about to offer a humble reply.
"It was a coincidence..."
"It was all a coincidence!"
But he'd barely said two words when Hou Tu said, with exasperation:
"Then did you already know..."
"After I gave birth to a primordial spirit, it wouldn't perish, and I wouldn't die?"
Before Hong Yun could reply, she gave a cold snort:
"You made me feel so miserable when